Coconut Desire

The Door to Marcus' office closed deftly to your back, You stalked through the illustrious halls of the Kaz Mansion. Jesus, do any of these people just live in normal places?

Izzy and Ms Salvador in their nice apartment came to mind. Oddly enough any memory of them was nothing but good, ...and of course, You and Izzy had unfinished business, but that was stressful enough as it is without every other untouchable floating in the tsunami of your concerns.

If it wasn't entirely clear which room was which among the deer heads and the leather hides hung on the walls, the Pink sign hung from the seems of a deep azure door, inscribed in a crown "Queen Victoria." was eye-rolling enough to make it obvious.

Your hand reached for the doorknob, but it did not twist, Your thoughts grew too loud to ignore.

"Am I really in the right state of mind for this?"

The festering heat that smouldered within was spiteful and dangerous, You'd taken lives tonight, like swatting flies, You'd have killed that rat of a principle if it wasn't so inconvenient: Having to give that message to a stronger man then Kaz would have been a much more complex process, at least like this you were the one in control... but Victoria Kaz... that could be a point of conjecture.

"Maybe this is a bad idea?"

Do not clip your wings, Chip. You only just got them.

He was right, You were angry and slightly unstable; injured... but Angry was good, angry get's shit done.

"Drakes don't compromise" The words of your ancestors gave you the strength to open that door.

It was dark inside, cold too, the window adjacent to the walk-in closet was wide open, letting in a chill that objected to your blazing skin.

Your supernatural eyes surveyed the room: oddly... girly and tasteful, Vicky was always extremely neat and well kept, but with her Mean girl, top of the food chain attitude, let's just say that the personality didn't fit the surroundings.

Your fingers lingered on her jewellery box, engraved with pretty patterns, the box of smokes just tucked under the nightstand away from view, she had one of those lamps built into the wall above her bed, a Double Queen mattress.

Your golden eyes seemed to almost glow in spite of the darkness, lingering on the sleek form that appeared buried in the hoard of blankest and pillows that she'd shrouded herself in.

Her hair, usually smooth and well kept was wild over her.

Back turned to you as her sleeping breaths drew heavily from the freezing air. She was shivering, didn't she know that Winter was Coming?

Massachusetts cold flashes were brutal if, given the opportunity, fresh air didn't seem so appealing at 17 degrees Fahrenheit.

Moving over by the window, you lit up another cigarette, they hurt your rattled lungs like hell... but the sensation relaxed your aching muscles.

You didn't want to start chainsmoking again, it was a bad habit that you're dad especially despised, and with overdrive well... Hilde was evidence enough of the damage that could be done.

Smoke flew out of the window, but also crept along the surface of the room, slithering softly as the sound of the rain outside hammered loudly.

A sniff came from the sleeping girl in her bed, then another, until with flaring nostrils the zombie arose from her grave, snorting and groaning as she pulled herself out of sleep.

The Violet Eye-mask that was uncovered with sluggish fingers revealed bagged tired brown eyes, that stared narrowly around the room, only to stop on you. It at first didn't seem to register, Charles Drake smoking next to her window, watching the rain, Vicky only slumped back in bed and groaned "Ugh... am I dreaming?"

You smiled a little maliciously "Sure why not."

"No, I'm not, the last thing I'd like to imagine is cigarette smoke trailing around my bedroom, I always smoke out the window so that My Dad doesn't spit venom at me." She grumbled, stifling a yawn.

Sighing she snuggled closer to her covers, continuing to shiver "How did you get into my house?"

"I had a little... talk, with Your old man." It didn't answer the question, though she seemed smart enough to realize it, sitting up and staring at you with a groggy seriousness.

"You didn't hurt him, did you?"

Your silence was followed by an ominous smile "Only a little, as a warning. Nothing damaging. His nose is going to be a little sore come sunrise."

She looked you over, analyzing the cuts and bruises on your face, the subtle stains of red on your coat, the Hole punched in the armour of your chest "What the hell are you wearing? I didn't believe the gossip about you becoming a violent badass but..."

"You wanted to talk, after the party, I refused... now I want to warn you, that I've had a very stressful but oddly fruitful day, so I'm staking a lot of hope on mending some bridges today, making changes. I suggest that whatever You want to say that you say it now, I'm in a lot of pain and my patience is waning." You didn't want to waste any time.

She huffed "Can't we do this in the morning? I'm cold and tired-"

"I'm feeling that a lot of my activities are going to be Nocturnal, come on, I'm serious, you might not get this opportunity again." You flicked the cigarette out of the window, it fell with the rain towards the earth before you went to close the window.

"Leave it open, I like the sound of the rain. and... come here." She muttered, patting her bedside.

She had a strange look in her eyes and managed to go from sloth to fully awake as you placed yourself on the bed. She winced at your face "Did you lose an argument with a truck, holy shit." Her hand reached out, but you pulled back... a reflex. Her shoulders fell "Listen, I just think that Harry and his dad's offer is just what we need... I... I don't exactly have much motivation right now, with Chaz... gone, I just... ugh... I haven't exactly had anything to aspire to, You know what my dad is like, I never had to fight for anything. but, this seems worth fighting for. I'm good at it, and you're probably the best male singer I've ever heard so, will you say something and stop just staring at me like a hungry wolf."

Your eyes flickered away, and you folded your arms.

"We have a history, a bad one, but I want to be better. I think this is a good place to start, don't You want to show everybody what you can do?" Oh wow... she was tempting you. So it was going to be like that huh?

"I have nothing to prove to any of you, just like I told your sleepy papa in his office, nobody is fucking with me anymore." You responded with a bitter sharpness.

Victoria frowned "What do you want then? Money? power? sex? don't you have enough of all of that by now?" She rubbed her knuckles "This is something real, it's something we share and You are selfish if you can't at least try!" She spoke with an adamance that insulted your intelligence.

"Who are you talking to right now?" thunder strick behind your exasperated whisper "Is it Izzy? Camile? Chaz? Your Dad? I can't fucking tell. But let me make something perfectly clear; You fucked me." Your finger pointed accusingly, making her brows raise in spiteful shock.

"I what"?" She spat.

"I'm not gonna mince words, You've dealt me a bad hand, not for a short while either, there isn't any mistake here, You were the one responsible.

Without you, Chaz probably would have found someone else to torment long ago, without you my reputation around the school wouldn't be horseshit. Without You I wouldn't have considered running away, crying myself to sleep or thought once about self-harm. But worse than that... I don't even know why, from the day I met you, You've pushed me so hard that I actually questioned my own value as a man, for 8 years... You fucked me up real good." Your voice was quiet, calm, but the spite that was weaved within them was not lost on Vicky, whose eyes watered, quickly whipped away by her fingers.

"I... yes, there isn't... much I can say to that..." She sniffed and shook her head, tensing as she squeezed her hands, a coping for pain. "Fine. If it's not what you want... I suppose I understand, I've been trying to just stop being such a... vindictive... ugh." Her skin shone red as she rubbed harder, apologies and compassion weren't exactly her most practised features.

Seeing this part of her, was beyond anything that you'd expected. The Queen Bitch herself, forcing herself into better skin, evolving as a person. Clarity and vulnerability in place of spite and hatred, it was... relieving, a dam had broken.

Victoria **** the words out of her mouth "I'm sorry, I am deeply deeply sorry, the way I acted; it was heartless and cold and ugly, and it's not who I want to be, so, I am truly sorry. I know it's not enough, but I want a fresh start, and maybe one day, we can be... You know what I mean, do I really have to say it?" Her brown orbs were pleading.

Still a small part of you reviled in it, the deep dark spiteful little wisp throwing salt in your morals eyes "Yes, You really have to say it. I really have to hear it, with my own ears."

She scowled a little, folding her arms pridefully "Okay.... um, I hope... I want to be friends, or maybe more... someday? Not that I--" She cut herself off, taking a deep breath "definitely friends, and definitely something more, that's what I want. God knows I'll probably turn into a crazy cat lady if I pretend like I don't want this."

Alien as it all was, your lips cracked into a sunny smile, then parted as a slow chuckled rolled free, followed by a true and hearty laugh. Vicky smiled a little too, sucking in her lips as she tried to stifle a chuckle of her own, though she eventually shared the warm laugh with you.

"It's funny, I think that's the first time you've ever made me laugh." You know you'd fixed something, clicked it back into the place it was meant to be when your throat buzzed with a warm pain, and joy lingered in your stomach, it was a good and very rare thing. "Hopefully, it's the first of many, I don't think I could stand you're entitled moping while spending hours planning gigs."

Her eyes pulled open wide "Y-You mean -- You want to sing with me? You're gonna take the deal?"

"I already took the deal, I called Harry earlier after clearing things up with some new friends, He wants to meet us next week for some studio testing." Your rivalry was a painful part of your life, the sooner it was a distant memory the better, that was the goal no matter what it takes, Change was coming and nothing would stop it.

Victoria Kaz melted like a candle, her sexy jack-o-lantern smile forming mischievously on her sleepy, but beautiful face. "Come here." was that, desire in her tone?

You shifted uncertainly "Um, why?"

Her lips were ripe strawberries, crimson and sweet; enticing you with temptation "Just come here, I want to try something."

You weren't stupid, You knew where this was going. But there was only one thing that would convince you that this wasn't some kind of impossible fever dream.

Carefully, You slipped forward towards your former bully with vivid curiosity.

She wore a blue and White jersey to bed, a baggy unrevealing article you admitted, although under the thick cloudy-white landscape of her duvet, you became painfully aware that she wore very little, except for maybe a thing pair of cotton panties.

Her scent was that of sleep, lazy and soft like a freshly cracked open coconut. The Gleam of her soft skin was nothing less than picturesque. Want and temptation wrestling in her dark brown orbs.

Sliding forward, the aura of coconut desire ensnared your senses, the covers sliding aside to reveal her sleek tanned legs as her arms reached up, wrapping around you. You looked into her, as she did you, there was caution in your gaze, not that it stopped her from closing her eyes and sailing onwards to your horizon.

Eyes open, you thought on the risks, is this really what you wanted?

No more doubt, You promised.

"You know how weird all of this is, right?" You whispered.

She spoke, eyes still closed, lips still puckered "It will get weirder if you don't nut up and kiss me."

With all the effort in the world, one could not push things together that were incompatible: oil didn't mix with water, a flame could not survive in a storm, the positive did not belong with the negative. But You, You had brought the Darkness and the Light together.

Vicky's lips were soft, curious as they met with yours. A warm breath of air, brushed from her nose to your philtrum, her hands massaging your nape, her tongue slipping testingly with your own. The Dam had been broken, Vicky slipped closer, her warm body pressing against the hard surface of your armour, smooth legs tangling around your waist, as her sleek rump buried itself into your lap.

I knew it... the dirty Bitch sleeps with a thong.

This was utterly insane, You were wrestling tongues with Victoria Kaz, the Queen Bitch, Tricky-Vicky, the worst and most prideful, spiteful, pitiful, beautiful, untouchable majesty of East Wallace academy, was Yours. Shit, nothing was impossible.

Vicky kissed your world away, pecking your lips, cheek and neck with the desire on her lips, only to pull away, Your noses touched. "That was... You're so warm, I don't think I've ever felt anyone so warm."

"Let's just call it a hot-flash. I think pigs are flying somewhere."

She smirked, tugging her gaze away from you "I'm having hot chocolate. come on." Vicky hopped out of your lap like a distracted puppy, her cute rear momentarily revealed as she strolled to the door. She frowned as you blinked "Hurry up, loser. We could at least get to know each other before..."

"Before what?" You asked.

There was that smile again. Vicky vanished through the doorway, her light footsteps trailing down the spiral while birch staircase.

Oh sweet Jesus, at least something pleasant came of tonight... Coconut desire indeed.